Lyrics

Two days gone. Somebody checked in on you.That unsettling smell got into all the tenants' rooms.You were found sitting up, all alone in the bathtub, your clothes dry.But your brother doesn't wanna know and nobody told your caseworker you died.

Weigh-lifting magazines, your little TV set, your cigarettes...Some ad sent you a big fake million dollar bill. You thought it was the real thing, you were gonna buy the world. How crushing in must have been to find this is not your place, this is not your time. At least you're numb to the sun crashing down upon your fifty-something hide.

Time's already working hard against the mind. There is no kindness. There's a different kind of crime. Those voices you were hearing, baby blue, was it God? Why did he only want to talk to you?

Music on this site is licensed by Acum/CISAC Ltd: A member of the International Confederation of Societies of Authors and Composers, and of BIEM -International Bureau of Societies administering Mechanical Rights.Photos by Getty Images